The Mistake

everything I do know about you, I like. And everything I don’t know, I want to find out.

And as she squirms on the bed and tries to escape my relentless fingers, I reach several conclusions.

One, I’ve never had more fun with a girl in my entire life.

Two, I never want this to end.

And three…

I think I might be falling in love with her.

Clenching my teeth, I scrape back my chair. “Well, this has been fun, but I think I’ll go upstairs and kill myself now.”

Why are people such assholes sometimes?”

“Because they are,” he says simply. “Honestly, it’s not worth getting angry over. My advice? Don’t waste your time obsessing over the stupid actions of stupid people.”

This is the Ramona I invested thirteen years of my life for. The girl who listened to me babble for hours about my high school crushes, who brought my assignments home whenever I was sick, who taught me how to put on makeup, and threatened to kick the ass of anyone who so much as looked at me the wrong way. She might be self-absorbed and shallow at times, but she’s also fiercely loyal and unbelievably kind when she drops that bad girl bitch act.

All the bullshit with Jess and Maya back there still stings, but I can’t bring myself to throw away years’ worth of friendship over something so trivial

Says the guy who’s in love with her.

I think I might be falling in love with her.

“Are you sure your friend is okay sitting with Ramona? Because she’s absolutely going to hit on him the whole time.”

“Mind if we split up? I want to sit with Grace. It’s her birthday.”

“Happy birthday, gorgeous.”